My Boy~Mullette

~Chapter Three~

Hercules' POV

We all heard gunshots coming from downstairs and everyone was panicking. Well everyone but me, John, and Angelica. Laffy was still lying in bed, looking a little startled but he was ok. Then he started shaking. I looked closer and he had tears ready to fall, so I went over and cuddled with him. Angelica was done with it and screamed.

"Everyone shut up NOW or so help me I will turn your lives into a living hell!" And with that, everyone who was freaking out shut up and sat down on the floor. Thank god. Laf started to calm down but then he ran to the bathroom, tears dripping down his face.

"Woah, who flushed his head down the toilet?" Alex said. John had put up with Alexander's bullshit for a while, but after Alexander rejected him and started to....."mess around" with Thomas Jefferson, John stopped talking to Alex.

"Alexander, has anyone ever told you to shut the hell up?! Because it doesn't seem like it. You always talk bullshit about everyone yet we all know you go to Thomas' house and fuck him or vise versa while his little boy toy is at work at the fucking library! You don't even pay attention to anyone. You're so fucking oblivious, that you can't tell Eliza and Angelica are fucking in love with you. You act as if you care about me but we all know you wouldn't give two shits if I died or killed myself. You ignore everyone's feeling but yourself. You try to make everything about you or Thomas. Me and you have been friends since preschool and you and Thomas have hated each since preschool yet you decide to be his little fuck toy?! Everyone in this fucking room-including you-knows that Thomas doesn't care about you or James. He only cares about himself. Whenever any of us are hurt, all you say is some bullshit like 'calm your tits' or 'who flushed your head down the toilet'! Well guess what Alexander Hamilton?! I fucking give up on you. When Thomas breaks your heart like you did me, Eliza, AND Angelica, you better go cry to your daddy. Because I'm done. Now if you all excuse me, which you will unless you want me to push down the fucking stairs, I need to go get something from the kitchen and I'll see you all on the 'other side'." And with, that John left. He had been gone for about twenty minutes-which was a very quiet if I might add, because Angie and Eliza were some ripe tomatoes and Alexander was  on the verge of crying because John has never snapped on anyone (other than Charles Lee)-looking for something and then he ran back up to Lafayette's room sweating and covered in blood.

"Herc...Laf...bathroom...knife...blood...," he said as he was panting. As soon as I heard knife and blood I was zooming out of the room and followed John to the bathroom Laf was in. When I saw Laf, I immediately started crying while John dialed 911. Lafayette had cuts all the way up his arms, legs, and sides. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not long after, Peggy came in and started crying too.

Angelica went downstairs and she saw that my sister shot Hugh in the leg. Marian was panting like she had did something bad which she had. She said he tried to shoot her and stab her but she grabbed his gun and shot him in the leg and stayed down there in case he got up. So when the paramedics and ambulances came, two people were on stretchers and  5 people were being questioned. I really didn't about Hugh. I mean , would you care about a man that treats you like shit even though your mom says don't? No? I didn't think so.

When we got to the hospital, everyone was nervous and I was on the verge of crying. I just got my new brother and he's already in the hospital because of my crackhead friends.

The doctor came out with news-good and bad-regarding my newfound crush I MEAN Lafayette and Hugh.

"So which one of you is Mr. Hecules Mulligan?" I slightly raised my hand.

"So I have good news, bad news, and worse news. Which one would you like to hear first?"

"I guess the worst news first. Wait. Is the worst or bad news about Lafayette or Hugh?" I was really hoping the worst news was about Hugh.

"Well, the worst news is regarding Mr. Mulligan. The bad and good news is regarding Mr. Marquis de Lafayette."

I was upset and nervous when he said that bad news was about Laf. "Ok."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but Mr. Mulli-" he was cut off by my mom running in the hospital.

"Where is my husband?!" my mom yelled.

The doctor gave my mom sad eyes. "Excuse me Mrs., but are you Mrs. Mulligan?"

"Yes, now where is my husband?"

"So, I'm sure you're aware of the fact that your husband was shot in the left leg just above his shin? Well the bullet lodged in his leg and snapped one of his nerves into multiple pieces. So as I started before, I'm sorry but your husband and father has-"

"*cough* stepdad *cough*." My Mom glared at me with glossy eyes.

The doctor continued. "Has a 96 percent chance of death. My mom looked like her heart broke, got put back together, and was dropped on the floor, shattering. Surprisingly though, my mom didn't cry. She asked who killed her husband. No one said anything and it was getting on Angelica's nerves.

"Your daughter shot him in the shin because he was trying to hurt her apparently. I don't really know what happened. That's what she told me and the paramedics," she said it so fast that it took a while for my mom to adjust to what she was saying, but when she finally understood, she took me and my sister outside.

An awkward conversation later

We came back from outside and the doctor continued on telling what was happening. ,

"So as you may know, Marquis has several cuts on several parts of his body. Well, based off of examination, he has been using objects like knives and needles. What makes his situation different, though, is that he adds substances such as alcohol. Adding such substances can cause blood disease. On the upside, he has awoken and is in-"

He was cut off by a tall boy walking in, looking a lot like Lafayette. He had a southern accent that everyone hated.

"Where's my brother?"

"Well look who it is. Thomas Jefferson himself. I'm guessing your boy toy called you?" John said.

"Don't be upset because you can't get a man. Don't be upset that you'll die a lonely soul," Thomas shot back.

"I'd rather die a long soul than having to die with multiple boyfriends!" John stood up.

"What are you talking about?" Thomas was dumbfounded and Alexander was looking at the floor. He realized something; Thomas had never asked him out.

"Oh. You're right. You don't have two boyfriends. You have a boyfriend and a man-who USED to be my friend- that you fuck with when little Jemmy isn't at home," John said it so calm but at the same time he looked really pissed.

".........I don't know what you're talking about," Thomas was actually clueless about what the situation.

"Wow. Just wow. No wonder you and Alexander 'love' each so much. You're both oblivious as hell," as John said that he walked out and Peggy followed him.

The doctor came back asking for a "Mr. Hercules Mulligan, Miss Peggy Schuyler, and a Mr. John Laurens".

I was a nervous wreck, wondering if he even wanted to see me after my...slick move.

What we saw was unbelievable.

A/N
Bonjour mes amies. I'm adding a bit of Jeggy in there in future chapters.
Au revoir
~chienne bisexuelle